Serenity’s POV
Pungent smells filled the room. A dark, cold room. Recalling how I got here was hopeless. My thoughts were scattered. The terrifying silence fell over the room. It was unsettling. Momentarily, those thoughts took me back to my time in the cell. Similarities were hard to not notice. Unbelievable. “Hello?” My small voice echoed, bouncing off the walls. Realization began to set in as my memories started to flood my mind. A man. He came into my apartment after Ben left. Along with a few others. All bulky men. They all wore tattoos that covered their entire bodies from head to toe. Two of them had guns. When the men came in, they immediately yanked me from my bed. Rope was used to hold my arms behind my back. The last thing I remembered was getting hit in the head wi
